FUNK ON DOWN TO THE STARMERGEDDON

Yesterday, I believe I wrote powerfully and movingly about the recent heinous murders and injuries of eleven young girls attending a Taylor Swift dance and yoga class in Southport, followed by the ensuing riots involving predominantly working class British as well as Muslim mobs up and down the country which has brought the nation to the brink of anarchy. I titled the piece 'The English Despair' and it took a lot out of me emotionally and psychologically to write and yet, for some reason, I've decided not to publish the article. Was it intellectual cowardice or something else that kept my finger hovering above the 'post' button? Of course, it's understood we live in censorious times and there are many out there who would bristle at some of the close to home truths I chose to explore.

My inner Solzhenitsyn may have died a little as a consequence of this editorial hesitation but heigh ho, I've moved on and have decided instead to funk on down to the 'Starmergeddon' by listening to a classic Rick James track from his 1981 album 'Street Songs' and I'm pretty sure it's a damn sight more fun than anything Nero fiddled.